Kukla's Korner Hockey

A morning shower train of thought: were I an NHL referee, how would players, coaches, and fans commonly characterize my officiating style?

For starters, I would well withstand charges of blindness; thanks to Lasik, I’m a fella who can read the tiny scroll on the corner hanging television viewed from the tavern’s most secluded corner.

But more importantly, every time I sat in an arena’s officials’ dressing room lacing up my skates near 7:00, I would reflect on the thousands of hard-working men and women directing their limited disposable income at our evening’s entertainment then pouring through the turnstiles one level above me.